<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2>
<h3>TIMELY SUPPLIES</h3>
<div class='cap'>NOT infrequently our <span class="smcap">God</span> brings His people into
difficulties on purpose that they may come to
know Him as they could not otherwise do. Then He
reveals Himself as "a very present help in trouble," and
makes the heart glad indeed at each fresh revelation of a
<span class="smcap">Father's</span> faithfulness. We who only see so small a part
of the sweet issues of trial often feel that we would not
for anything have missed them; how much more shall we
bless and magnify His Name when all the hidden things
are brought to light!</div>
<p>In the autumn of 1857, just one year after I came to
settle in Ningpo, a little incident occurred that did much
to strengthen our faith in the loving-kindness and ever-watchful
care of <span class="smcap">God</span>.</p>
<p>A brother in the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>, the Rev. John Quarterman, of
the American Presbyterian Mission North, was taken with
virulent small-pox, and it was my mournful privilege to
nurse him through his suffering illness to its fatal close.
When all was over, it became necessary to lay aside the
garments worn while nursing, for fear of conveying the infection
to others. Not having sufficient money in hand to
purchase what was needful in order to make this change,
prayer was the only resource. The <span class="smcap">Lord</span> answered it by<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</SPAN></span>
the unexpected arrival of a long-lost box of clothing from
Swatow, that had remained in the care of the Rev. William Burns
when I left him for Shanghai, in the early summer
of the previous year. The arrival of the things just at
this juncture was as appropriate as it was remarkable,
and brought a sweet sense of the <span class="smcap">Father's</span> own providing.</p>
<p>About two months later the following was penned:——</p>
<div class='right'>
<i>November 18th, 1857.</i><br/></div>
<p>Many seem to think that I am very poor. This
certainly is true enough in one sense, but I thank <span class="smcap">God</span>
it is "as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, yet
possessing all things." And my <span class="smcap">God</span> shall supply <i>all</i> my
need; to Him be all the glory. I would not, if I could,
be otherwise than I am—entirely dependent myself upon
the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>, and used as a channel of help to others.</p>
<p>On Saturday, the 4th inst., our regular home mail
arrived. That morning we supplied, as usual, a breakfast
to the destitute poor, who came to the number of seventy.
Sometimes they do not reach forty, at others again exceeding
eighty. They come to us every day, <span class="smcap">Lord's</span> Day
excepted, for then we cannot manage to attend to them
and get through all our other duties too. Well, on that
Saturday morning we paid all expenses, and provided
ourselves for the morrow, after which we had not a single
dollar left between us. How the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> was going to
provide for Monday we knew not; but over our mantelpiece
hung two scrolls in the Chinese character—<i>Ebenezer</i>,
"Hitherto hath the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> helped us"; and <i>Jehovah-Jireh</i>,
"The <span class="smcap">Lord</span> will provide"—and He kept us from doubting
for a moment. That very day the mail came in, <i>a week
sooner than was expected</i>, and Mr. Jones received a bill for
two hundred and fourteen dollars. We thanked <span class="smcap">God</span> and
took courage. The bill was taken to a merchant, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</SPAN></span>
although there is usually a delay of several days in getting
the change, this time he said, "Send down on Monday."
We sent, and though he had not been able to buy all the
dollars, he let us have seventy on account; so all was well.
Oh, it is sweet to live thus directly dependent upon the
<span class="smcap">Lord</span>, who never fails us!</p>
<p>On Monday the poor had their breakfast as usual, for we
had not told them not to come, being assured that it was
the <span class="smcap">Lord's</span> work, and that the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> would provide. We
could not help our eyes filling with tears of gratitude when
we saw not only our own needs supplied, but the widow
and the orphan, the blind and the lame, the friendless and
the destitute, together provided for by the bounty of Him
who feeds the ravens. "O magnify the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> with me,
and let us exalt His Name together. . . . Taste and see
that the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in
Him. O fear the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>, ye His saints: for there is no
want to them that fear Him. The young lions do
lack, and suffer hunger: but they that seek the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>
shall not want any good thing"—and if not good, why
want it?</p>
<p>But even two hundred dollars cannot last for ever, and
by New Year's Day supplies were again getting low. At
last, on January 6th, 1858, only one solitary cash remained—the
twentieth part of a penny—in the joint possession
of Mr. Jones and myself; but though tried we looked to
<span class="smcap">God</span> once again to manifest His gracious care. Enough
provision was found in the house to supply a meagre
breakfast; after which, having neither food for the rest of
the day, nor money to buy any, we could only betake
ourselves to Him who was able to supply all our need
with the petition, "Give us this day our daily bread."</p>
<p>After prayer and deliberation we thought that perhaps
we ought to dispose of something we possessed in order to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</SPAN></span>
meet our immediate requirements. But on looking round
we saw nothing that we could well spare, and little that the
Chinese would purchase for ready money. Credit to any
extent we might have had, could we conscientiously have
availed ourselves of it, but this we felt to be unscriptural
in itself, as well as inconsistent with the position we were
in. We had, indeed, one article—an iron stove—which
we knew the Chinese would readily purchase; but we
much regretted the necessity of parting with it. At length,
however, we set out to the founder's, and after a walk of
some distance came to the river, which we had intended to
cross by a floating bridge of boats; but here the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>
shut up our path. The bridge had been carried away
during the preceding night, and the river was only passable
by means of a ferry, the fare for which was two cash
each person. As we only possessed one cash, our course
clearly was to return and await <span class="smcap">God's</span> own interposition
on our behalf.</p>
<p>Upon reaching home, we found that Mrs. Jones had gone
with the children to dine at a friend's house, in accordance
with an invitation accepted some days previously. Mr.
Jones, though himself included in the invitation, refused
now to go and leave me to fast alone. So we set to work
and carefully searched the cupboards; and though there
was nothing to eat, we found a small packet of cocoa,
which, with a little hot water, somewhat revived us. After
this we again cried to the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> in our trouble, and the
<span class="smcap">Lord</span> heard and saved us out of all our distresses. For
while we were still upon our knees a letter arrived from
England containing a remittance.</p>
<p>This timely supply not only met the immediate and
urgent need of the day; for in the assured confidence that
<span class="smcap">God</span>, whose we were and whom we served, would not put
to shame those whose whole and only trust was in Himself<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</SPAN></span>.
<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'my'">My</ins> marriage had been previously arranged to take place
just fourteen days after this date. And this expectation
was not disappointed; for "the mountains shall depart,
and the hills be removed, but My kindness shall not depart
from thee, neither shall the covenant of My peace be
removed." And although during subsequent years our
faith was often exercised, and sometimes severely, He ever
proved faithful to His promise, and never suffered us to
lack any good thing.</p>
<p>Never, perhaps, was there a union that more fully
realised the blessed truth, "Whoso findeth a wife findeth
a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the <span class="smcap">Lord</span>." My
dear wife was not only a precious gift to me; <span class="smcap">God</span> blessed
her to many others during the twelve eventful years
through which she was spared to those that loved her and
to China.</p>
<p>Hers had been a life connection with missionary work
in that great empire; for her father, the loved and devoted
Samuel Dyer, was amongst the very earliest representatives
of the London Mission in the East. He reached the Straits
as early as 1827, and for sixteen years laboured assiduously
amongst the Chinese in Penang and Singapore, completing
at the same time a valuable fount of Chinese metallic type,
the first of the kind that had then been attempted. Dying
in 1843, it was never Mr. Dyers privilege to realise his
hopes of ultimately being able to settle on Chinese soil;
but his children lived to see the country opened to the
Gospel, and to take their share in the great work that had
been so dear to his heart. At the time of her marriage,
my dear wife had been already living for several years in
Ningpo with her friend, Miss Aldersey, in whose varied
missionary operations she was well qualified to render
valuable assistance.</p>
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